Warnings: sad! Okay kind of suicidal on Sebastian part, death, my hate for Solomon sallow.
Y/n looked between Sebastian’s uncle and Sebastian worried in her eyes- she knew Sebastian going down this path was going to be bad but she couldn’t help but always be by his side. She was in love with the brut. She would do absolutely anything he asked- which scared her but she couldn’t help it. Sebastian- despite going down the wrong path was loving and deeply caring. Y/n watched the pair her palms becoming sweaty as she saw the two fight. She never really liked Solomon, yes she knew he was right about the dark magic but the way he treated Sebastian always made her upset. It didn’t make sense to her why Solomon couldn’t understand the love Sebastian had for his twin.
“Sebastian! You better stop this at once!” Solomon yelled keeping his wand up. “Or you’ll leave me no choice.” Sebastian glared at his uncle keeping his wand up.
“Leave you no choice to what?” Sebastian sneered- Solomon grunted.
“You want so badly to know about the unforgivable curses? This is the only way Sebastian!” Solomon said in a sad tone- which made y/n heart pound. No- he couldn’t. “Only way to know you’ll stop.” Solomon moved his wand and she recognized that wand movement. No- “Avada Keda-“ as he was speaking that and pointed it to Sebastian- she felt like life around her went slow and her legs started moving in front of Sebastian pushing him out of the way; the spell hitting her- her body going limp. Sebastian fell on the ground when she pushed him out of the way- his eyes widen as he looked to where she went- and that’s when she saw her body limp and not moving. His breath hitched and couldn’t breath- his eyes fogging up with tears.
“Y-Y/n.” He stuttered crawling over to her limp body- he leaned over her grabbing a hold of her cheeks and moving her dead body against him. “No wake up please.” He voice shock and the tears dripped down his cheeks. “Come on please d-don’t.” He held her tight to his chest cradling her- hoping just hoping she would wake up. “I love you please-“ Sebastian suddenly felt anger well up in his chest- he slowly looked up to see the shock on his uncles face and the shiver in his hand. Sebastian clenched his jaw before grabbing his wand pointing it at him. “Fuck you- Avada Kedavra!” The curse came out of his wand hitting Solomon in the chest- his body hitting the ground with a thud. Sebastian didn’t care; his eyes were dark as he watched his uncle die in front of his eyes. He dropped his wand from his hand- the piece of wood rolling away from him as he turned his attention back on her, the warmth of her skin draining. Sebastian cradled her close again as he sobbed into her neck wanting her back, needing her back.
“S-Seb.” He heard the voice of his sick sister say- he lifted his eyes up to look at Anne. She was confused- she looked around the room to see Solomon dead on the floor and the woman in his arms that he swore he would do anything for. “What happened?” She choked out moving her way close to Sebastian.
“Stay away please.” Sebastian choked out. “He killed her- h-he was going to kill me but she saved me. S-she.” Sebastian couldn’t get a full sentence out without crying. He loved her- and he was going to hate himself everyday for getting her involved, for not telling her that he loved her. “Anne- I want her back.” Anne rushed over to Sebastian side holding him close as he cried into y/n neck. “I love you y/n I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
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Sebastian sat at the great hall head in his hands- he hasn’t been able to sleep, eat or barely function. He didn’t feel whole without her and it gnawed at him. She was perfect, she was the Hogwarts fuckin hero, not only that she was the one Sebastian has ever truly loved. He would’ve done anything for her and he hated himself everyday that he got her into his mess- if he didn’t he would be the one dead not her.
“Sebastian did you listen to what I said?” Ominis asked- as he continued to eat his meal. Sebastian looked over at Ominis chewing on his bottom lip.
“Huh?”
“Mate- you’ve gotta eat something.” Ominis sighed pushing Sebastian a plate of toast- that did not sound amazing at the moment. Sebastian pushes it away.
“Not hungry.” He mutters before pushing himself away from the table ignoring the comments from Ominis. Sebastian decided to go to y/n favorite spot in the castle. The astronomy tower. She often would just sit and watch the sky with her telescope, or she would just sit and enjoy. Especially after the passing of fig- she was always up here trying to ignore the sorrys from everyone around her. Now look- Sebastian seems to being do the same but this time he was mourning for her; mourning for her soft skin, her beautiful bright eyes, he missed her nose scrunches and her laugh. God if he can just have one more day with her; he would tell her everything he adored about her. He would tell her he loved her with every ounce of his soul. He leaned against the bars of the tower looking over at the night sky.
“I wish you were here-“ Sebastian felt the tears prickling his eyes- his grip on the railing tightening. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess- you never should have died- it should have been me.” The tears rolled down Sebastian cheeks as he looked up at the beautiful night sky, the wind tossing through his hair. “I wish I got to tell you how much I love you- how much I’ve actually cared for you. Without you here- Hogwarts isn’t the same without your bright presence. I miss my charge- I miss your kindred spirit y/n.” Sebastian fell onto his knees as he continued to sob. Maybe he should just jump off- just end his life so he could forever be with her. Love her like he always intended. No… she wouldn’t want that- she saved him for a reason; to let him start all over again- to become the man she met for the first time. And he was going to do exactly that, he was going to make sure whatever he did was for her- for the love of his life and the only woman he will ever love.
“I’m yours y/n… if you’ll allow me to be and I’ll never find a woman as great as you. I promise- I will be the man you’ve always told me I could be.” He whispered into the night air- knowing she would hear that promise and hear the love he professed to her. He would make it his goal- so she would smile down on him; wherever she was in this world. And she did- she will always be proud of Sebastian Sallow- to man she will always be with in her heart.
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A/n- I haven’t made a Sebastian sallow x reader in so long! I have another one in my drafts that’s so lonnnng. I’ve gotta finish but I wanted something new!
Request: Hi, um this is my first time requesting, I would like for U if you could, do Sebastian, Claude, undertaker, and maybe Ciel, how they got into an argument, and the guy ends up raising their hand and might look like they might slap them because they were mad, their beloved is feared of them for a while or in that moment? uh, the them I suppose is angst with some comfort at the end, I've had a rough day, so I need depression with comfort, If U don't want to do this, I totally respect your wishes.
Title: When He Raises His Hand to You
Genre: mostly angst, little sliver of comfort at the end of each character portion
Pairing: Sebastian Michealis/Ciel Phantomhive/Undertaker X GN!Reader (separate)
Notes: Hey! I'm so sorry about this, but I don't write for Claude, so I stuck to the other three that were requested. Otherwise, I also decided to roll with headcanons for the format - the short descriptions would help the reader interpret the written in a way more similar to their situation, I think.
That said, I will warn any reader now: this does deal with traumatic events such as previous abuse and intense anxiety. If either of those makes you uncomfortable or is a trigger for you, I recommend reading something else. If you decided to read, please do so with caution.
Either way, I hope all readers enjoy it - and that it can possibly make your days better.
Below the cut!
Sebastian Michaelis
on a normal day, he’s gonna be cool as a cucumber
seriously
it would have to be an absolutely A W F U L day for him to even raise his voice at you, much less his hand
but today was one of the aforementioned days about ten times over
you had dropped by the Phantomhive manor to aid your family
your initial time spent with him was limited
you had to crack down and get to business with ciel
seriously, the two of you were notorious for being thrown together to solve cases
but that wasn’t what bothered sebastian
he was normally able to handle you working
but it just seemed like everyone was trying to get on his nerves today
mey-rin broke a good portion of the manor china, managed to flood the laundering area, and was seemingly even more inept at cleaning
finnian poisoned a large portion of the garden and seasonal flowers with one go, proceeded to call for sebastian to fix it, and then destroyed not only another portion of the garden but also the shed in which they kept all of the required tools needed
and bardroy burnt the kitchen. again. for the fifth time today.
this isn’t even accounting for the multitude of times in which grell came by to crash the manor and their endeavors to uncover any evidence
bringing along the other reapers
and the times that day in which they had completed work to present to you with the undertaker in which sebastian needed to attempt multiple times to get him to laugh
it was, overall, a stressful day
and he really wanted to relax with you
given ciel’s discretion, of course, but he knew you were a reasonable person and patience was something that you had in spades when it came to sebastian and his work
he would be able to do that later that night, though
you specifically requested have sebastian stay with you once the busyness at the manor slowed
and, after a few hours that felt like a good few weeks to sebastian passed, you were able to
you were trying to relax by candlelight and admire the images that were present on the walls surrounding you
sebastian was trying to put ciel to bed and make sure that the rest of the servants were asleep
“young master, is there anything else you require of me before you rest for the night?”
“i think that will be all, sebastian. possibly if you could review any documents that may need reviewing with y/n, though. that would be great.”
“or course, young master. rest well.”
he met up with you not long after putting ciel to bed, and as you were roaming, he was trying to remain calm.
this never usually happened.
he usually had everything under control.
he usually had his head upright and logic straight.
but tonight, for once, he wanted to - needed to - relax
sadly, while he couldn’t really relax, he at least was with you
well, he thought he was
until you caught wind of an event occurring in your own manor
and you were reccommended to leave within the coming few hours
that was the last straw for sebastian.
“darling, i normally attempt to allow you to attend to your own events and needs, but i only wish to request that you stay here for the moment.”
“sebastian, i’m quite sorry, but this is important. i must attend to it quickly. i promise you that it won’t take long, not in the slightest.”
“darling, if i may-”
“sebastian, i’m so, terribly, sorry-”
“darling-”
“i must be on my way-”
“no. it was said that you could leave come the morning.”
“i’m quite worried, though-”
“darling, i must ask you to stay calm and relax here for the night.”
“but business calls-”
“ignore it. i’ve had quite the stressful day, and all i request is that i do not be denied time spent alone with the one human i can tolerate.”
he only slightly raised his voice then, yet you were still chilled.
not enough to back down, though
“sebastian, please-”
“y/n, dear. you are staying here for the night.”
“no, i must go-”
you stood up, rushing to reach your room for the night
sebastian regarded your leave, grabbing your arm
“please, sebastian-”
“no, darling-”
“i quite clearly said. NO.”
“sebastian-”
his fists were clenching, something you failed to see, but nonetheless
“please, darling-”
“i must leave-”
he pulled you by your arm and quickly, oh so quickly
he raised his other hand
it wasn’t by much, not by much at all
but it was so sudden, so shocking, and so uncharacteristic of him
it left you shaken
you stared at his gloved hand, mouth agape
memories came back to you, almost tenfold
some of your past with your adoptive parents
some of your past with your biological and deceased parents
some of the orphanage owners that you lived with
a gloved hand, to you, was something that often terrified you
and, in that moment, sebastian was no longer sebastian
he was your father, your adoptive mother, and your previous caretaker all at once
hand raised, brow furrowed, and eyes wide
the sight was bloodcurdling to you
tears clouded your vision and you backed away, resorting to running from the current room you were in and locking the door
sebastian had lowered his hand upon seeing your facial expression
but, despite him trying to process what had just occurred and the emotion that came with it, he was only trying to configure the aftermath
he knew you had locked the door, really
and though he had the key to enter if need be, he left you alone.
he wouldn’t want you to be so awfully scared that you would fear for your wellbeing after this point
he would approach you after you have settled what you need
you would be returning to the manor after everything has been worked out, and he’d ask tanaka to lead you to your carriage
of course, while advising ciel of his actions and your dilemma
so, in that time, he would have to process the regret
the true, honest regret
and come to terms with what had happened as well as what he is to say and do to fix the situation as best as he could
and so, come the next day, he was alreayd prepared
ciel had been the one to greet you, and tanaka was the one who led you into the manor at you next visit
and while you saw sebastian, you were still hesitant to talk to him
you knew that he meant no real harm towards you, that it simply was a spurred reaction
but that didn’t make it much better at all.
ciel had been the one to chew out the servants for screwing things up so awfully that day, so they really straightened out and quick
so they had been on their best behavior for the time that you were away, and still had been
sebastian had been given a break, and tanaka had been temporarily appointed the caretaker for the phantomhive child
ciel really, truly saw you as someone to respect, so he made sure that you would be fine and that sebastian felt guilt for it
it wasn’t until nightfall came that you talked to sebastian
it took some time to muster the energy to do it, but it was done nonetheless
he had approached you and held out a hand, which you obliged
he gave it a light kiss, meant to signify a simple apology
you knew how formal he could be, and he never really did this after an event such as the one that recently occurred unless he was instructed to find information
so this was slightly shocking, but it calmed you down.
“darling, i do apologize for my atrocious behavior during the last time we were alone.”
“no, no - you did it as an impulse reaction, nothing more. you wouldn’t hurt me.”
he chuckled just the slightest at that statement, but guided you to a nearby seat.
a candle was lit on a shelf not far away from said seat, and it smelled faintly of (favorite/scent).
it was an apology silently accepted as you sat beside the tall man and shared a conversation.
the following times that he was bothered, he made sure to avoid letting any anger reach him as best as he could
(that, or he took it out on grelle if she just so happened to be in the vicinity of wherever he happened to be)
(sometimes, he even ended up beating the red-headed reaper in front of you)
(ciel would always scowl, you’d always giggle a little. it was funny, so-)
Undertaker
this guy.
okay.
with undertaker, i don’t think he would raise his hand unless something positively huge was compromised.
he can get serious, yes.
it can get intimidating, yes.
but the thing is...he isn’t particularly violent unless pushed so far that that’s the only course of action.
(dude’s an xntp of some kind, logic and ideas are way higher than kicking and fighting when things go wrong)
that said, i think this would have to do with him planning his resurrection idea
that, and/or putting it into action.
specifically during book of atlantic, or right before.
it would probably be during the planning stage, and i have a feeling that work would manage to get to him
he is a reaper, and he does have emotions, so it isn’t like he wouldn’t be even a little stressed about this.
that, and he needs someone to help put that plan into action.
he didn’t manage to reach his partner, and you?
yeah, you were completely and totally unaware of his plan, much less aware of his whole idea.
you only knew that he was doing something, and you assumed it to be his normal work.
he was busy, as always.
but, you knew that he also needed a break from time to time.
again, he’s a reaper - he needs to function like a normal human to do acts that a human is almost completely unable to do.
so, using what was available, you made him a snack.
it wasn’t much, no. not much at all, but it was something.
you had a plate in hand, taking it to a door to the undertaker’s office
knocking gently, you heard his voice ring.
“who could possibly be knocking on my study door?”
you laughed, shaking your head and setting the plate you held on the ground.
“tis merely a burglar, darling. they happened to drop a snack by for you, as well.”
“ha ha! well, i appreciate the burglar’s efforts!”
and this followed as habit for days
which then turned to weeks
which then turned to months
which caused you to get a little pissed.
your partner wasn’t responding to your efforts, he wasn’t even opening the door in front of you.
if this was just a portion of his normal job, then why is he being so secretive?
so, tired and annoyed, you did what you would normally do.
bring him food
(again, still a reaper.)
and instead of just dropping it by the door like usual, you knocked and stood there
“whoever may be here at this hour?”
“yet again, a burglar, darling. i do think we need to focus more on our security.”
“ah, and may they perchance have food readied?”
“why, yes they do. they do wish that their target would meet them to flaunt their loot.”
silence.
you knew it would happen.
he doesn’t respond to this well, but you usually calm him down.
this? totally different story.
“well, my apologies dear burglar, but i’m unable to do so. would you please leave the plate beside my door and i’ll provide a gift of thanks tomorrow?”
you breathed in deep, knocking again.
you heard the old wooden chair that he kept in his study move when you didn’t reply.
some footsteps echoed as best as they could, but that was it.
until the lock became undone.
the door didn’t open, no, but the lock became undone
so, angry and worried, you stormed inside
“undertaker, darling, take a break.”
he cleared his throat and sat still enough
still enough to warrant some fear
“please, you need to rest and i’m sure that this endeavor of yours can wait.”
slowly, slowly, oh so slowly he stood
and finally looked at you
you remembered seeing his eyes before, but now?
there was a fire in them that scared you senseless
“darling, if i may, i’m quite busy-”
“and you’re failing to care for your health. you never seem to listen when i have to remind you-”
“now-”
“-that you can’t thrive off of what is essentially spite and drive-”
“(y/n), my dear-”
two steps closer.
“-simply because you wish to. may i remind you-”
“darling, i might advise you to calm down-”
“-you are not a demon nor one of those damned creatures referred to as angels, you are simply a-”
“darling...”
another two steps
“-reaper. you are a reaper, and you need rest just as much as the rest of us humans do, so-”
“(y/n), there is a fine line here...”
“-not just for my sake, but for yours, take. a break.”
“i cannot!”
for the first time in a long time, he raised his voice to you.
“this is business that you are not to be associated with, and it requires my utmost attention.”
his voice boomed through the walls
“with your ‘care’, i seem to be getting less work done by the second.”
he stepped closer with every word he uttered
“so, if i may say, you are being quite obnoxious-”
“i’m only trying to assure your health, reaper or not-”
“ENOUGH!”
his hand came up quickly
you flinched back just as he did so, terror overtaking you
you gulped as you stepped back, setting the food on a table nearby the exit of the study
silence rang louder than he ever did in that moment
tension rose, very obviously so
“alright then. i’ll be out of your way if that’s what you think.”
you pushed your chest up, raised your head, and proceeded to turn your back to him
“i’ll be leaving then.”
and you left
he sighed, sulking hsi way back to his seat
he was staring through his fingers at the copious amounts of work present on his desk
shame was everything he could comprehend.
you, on the other hand, took to roaming the town.
waving to the townsfolk that you knew and vice versa, sharing slight conversation with those that you could say you were friendly with
you even ran into grell when walking past the nearby church
“ah, hello, (y/n) my dear!”
“hello, grell.”
she noticed your attitude as soon as you spoke.
nothing could slip past her
“what happened, dear? do you wish to talk about it?”
you shook your head
“i’d prefer if we just took a stroll around. i need to clear my mind.”
so you did.
small talk was exchanged, and she told you of her issues in the workplace
stories about how overtime was exhausting, complaining about being ridiculed for the event with madam red by will, even about how people in the office were outright insufferable
it got a slight laugh out of you
even when she would bring up her advances towards the phantomhive butler, you listened and let her talk
it was relaxing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected still
your partner just raised his hand to you even though you were trying to make sure that his health wasn’t suffering
yes, you were being a tad bit obnoxious, but it wasn’t out of malice
it was merely worry for him
the night fell not long after, and being courteous, grell walked you home
“rest well, darling! i shall see you again soon!”
you smiled slightly, “of course, grell. i wish the same to you. good night.”
and you slowly walked into the undertaker’s shop, trudging to the small flat that you both lived in hesitantly
when you entered, undertaker was located in the kitchen area staring at a cup of tea in his hand
creaking was heard upon your entry, and his head darted up to face you
you sniffed, turned away, and went to hang your coat
“may i inquire what it is you need, undertaker?”
he cleared his throat, and though you couldn’t see it, directed his gaze to the warm liquid in front of him
“i apologize for my actions earlier.”
you sighed, turning back to him and waiting patiently.
“it was impulse, particularly one that i’m not fond of. you were simply making sure that i was well taken care of, and i took it for granted.”
“mmm. alright then.”
approaching him, you brushed a stray hair from his shoulder
“i accept your apology, though i will say that i do not apologize for my intent. i apologize for my persistence, though - it was quite rude for me to barge in on your work.”
a simple little moment was shared in silence in that moment
he sipped his tea, you stood by and made dinner for the both of you
“do you wish to work again tonight, my dear?”
“not quite. rather, i’d wish to relax with a good book.”
you gently smiled, nodding and reaching for silverware and napkins to prepare the table with him
Ciel Phantomhive
ciel here is a bit of an enigma
we know he is usually calm and collected, b u t
he’s still a child.
his emotions are going to be all over the place, and him raising his hand to someone was depicted
(in regards to lizzy breaking his ring)
so this wouldn’t necessarily be normal, but it also wouldn’t be something that isn’t a plausible reaction (sadly)
but, for the sake of this, let’s say that ciel is almost 18.
business for funtom was getting tiring, and it seemed that every case he was being thrown was harder than the last
his lessons were getting more plentiful, the servants were wreaking havoc around the manor - more so than usual
a guest was to join you and him at the manor tonight
and, finally, daily annoyances were starting to get to him
he couldn’t even sit through a game of chess.
you had been staying at the manor for the summer months, as your family knew his quite well since you were children
(you two were close, so your staff was caring for your manor while you were away)
(you still had your personal servant with you, though)
you had been trying to play against him, but as much as he tried, the most energy he could muster was used to complain and sigh in dejection
it left you feeling a little off, but you knew how he could get.
“do you need some time alone, ciel?”
“hmm? oh, uh...if you wouldn’t mind...though i do apologize in advance.”
you smiled and shook your head
“no problem! whenever you need me, i’ll be in the manor. somewhere.”
so, you left.
and with that, chaos seemed to hit him harder.
the servants were getting more lax, driving him (and sebastian, but more so him) up a wall
and grell decided it would be a good idea to infiltrate the manor and ‘relax’
translation: annoy the living hell of out sebastian and himself
case after case was being sifted through, and despite his intelligence, ciel could swear he could feel his brain losing its functionality
add that onto the extra work that sebastian provided for the day (seeing as it was one that was much less busy than others) and...
you’ve got a pissed off phantomhive.
night rolled around, and with that, so did the arrival of the guests.
it also meant that there was going to be some intermingling
and chaos, as always.
dinner was stressful.
mey-rin had been instructed to only set the table - 1. by. 1., as per sebastian - and pour the wine
but she had slipped.
again.
ciel sighed, but sent a look towards sebastian.
finny didn’t do anything outright outrageous, but upon the reminder that the dinner event was tonight, he tried to fix up a portion of the garden.
it didn’t work.
the portion was completely black. no clue how, it happened though.
and sebastian had warned ciel, so it was supposed to be blocked off.
sadly, though, once the dinner itself had ended and the intermingling began, people were adamant
‘i’ve heard wonderful things about your gardens, mr phantomhive!’
‘the flowers here supposedly bloom much more beautifully than elsewhere.’
that wasn’t uncommon.
so they of course had to see the garden.
it was a game of cat and mouse, keeping the guests from the destroyed area.
you, ciel, and sebastian were acting as mice in that scenario
and by the end of the night, as desserts were being left
bardroy had burned the kitchen down.
a g a i n.
ciel had about had it.
sebastian was able to keep a more level head, thankfully, and got him to calm down just the slightest.
though he was just as pissed.
that said, though, things did get worked out
and the cleaning process was almost insufferable
again, after being knocked to the side, grell decided to try again.
ciel had it at that point.
he had stormed to his office, almost looking like a child throwing a hissy fit.
you noticed this and immediately trailed him
“ciel, is everything alright?”
“i’m fine.”
“you’re mad, you’re not exactly fine.”
“you heard me the first time, y/n.”
“yes, i did. and i don’t believe you.”
by this point, you two had made it to his office and were getting heated
“well, darling, might be good for you to believe me.”
“no, i don’t think so. you’re mad, i can tell, the guests could tell - everyone here knows.”
“no, not a single occupant knows.”
you sighed, shook your head and took a deep breath before speaking.
“ciel, you’re mad. livid, even. that’s fine. but you need to discuss it.”
“no, i don’t. i’m not mad.”
you step closer to him.
“yes, you are and you need to talk. things are different now, ciel. you don’t have to hide anything from me.”
another step closer.
“y/n, this is fine. it’s fine. it is merely a normal occurrence.”
“normal occurrence, maybe - but no matter, you are mad. and stressed. that’s easy to see.”
another step.
“you’ve gotten tense, you haven’t even been able to sit through a game of chess.”
and another.
“you were constantly glaring, and couldn’t even fake small talk with the guests tonight.”
and another.
“just sit down for a second...”
one more.
“take a deep breath or two...”
you were in front of him now, reaching for his hair to brush it away from his eyes.
“and then we can ta-”
his arm seemed to raise instantaneously.
had ot not been for sebastian getting there in time, who knows what would have happened.
either way, you were shaken.
no tears, you knew he could get worked up and resort to moronic actions
but this was only slightly unexpected.
you nodded, backing away and taking a deep breath
“fair enough. i’ll wait until you’ve leveled out, ciel.”
giving your awareness to the tall butler, you retreated to your personal room for the summer and called for your servant to help you get into your night clothes
you went to sleep that night with a head full of thoughts.
he had never gotten violent with you, until tonight, that is
and he had always been upfront.
was it stress?
was it simply anger?
or was this a sensitive time for him in general?
these questions plagued you
as they plagued ciel, as well
it had been a pretty intense day, mostly due to the copious amounts of events and documentation that needed to be done
but that doesn’t excuse his actions.
he knew that you would listen, you’ve done it before.
multiple times, you would sit and listen and provide input whenever - and it always seemed to be at the right time.
he truly messed up, and he knew it.
he just didn’t quite know how to verbalize it
“young lord, if i may suggest something, it would be best to get to the point.”
sebastian was helping ciel to bed at this point, and even he was about tired of tonight.
“and how would you suggest that i do that?”
ciel waited as sebastian hummed
“they’re reasonable. waht you have to say, they’ll listen. just be honest with them, young lord.”
humming himself, ciel sent sebastian off once situated in bed for the night and stewed over what to say.
the next morning, you and ciel were seated at different ends of the dining area table
the aura was tense - enough to know something was wrong, but not enough to know exactly what it was.
ciel cleared his throat after sipping his tea, brushing his pants before looking at you
“y/n, i owe you an apology.”
you raised a brow, but straightened yourself in your seat and gestured for him to proceed.
“it was wrong of me to raise my hand. i was livid, i was also stressed, but that is no excuse,.”
your gaze softened just the slightest.
he was tense, again, and almsot fumbling to put together a sentence.
likely about why his reaction occurred.
“we can get into the details later, ciel. i appreciate the apology. you don’t have to tell me why if you don’t wish to.”
and from then on, the day slowly got better.
sebastian even gave ciel a break, keeping papers from him and cutting his classes for the day.
you two had finally managed to reconcile, going on multiple little adventures in the manor itself.
looking through all of the books in the library at the manor, going through the garden, even venturing through the woods beside the manor (being trailed by your servants, of course.)
essentially, everything came to a better end than beginning (considering the ‘beginning’ was the previous night)
he also managed to keep himself in check following the event.
(it shocked you, how well he adjusted)
(seriously.)
(ciel managed to keep everything together, even when the day was worse than the event that caused it).
(it also shocked sebastian, to be frank.)
(but you weren’t complaining - you were connecting with him better!)
This popped into my head and I had to write it. To be included in my fic I will be writing, so if you guys like this, then stay tuned.
They both pull out of you, both of their spend pooling on the white sheets out of both of your holes, you don't have the energy to care. You find the nearest pillow and pull it towards you, snuggling into it weakly. Your limbs feel like jello, your mind is muddled with arousal and the vicious orgasm still heavy on your brain. You vaguely feel both men climb out of bed and pull their slacks back on, their pricks still wet and glistening with your slick mixed with their seed on it. Ominis however grabs some tissues to clean himself up with, to which Sebastian eyes him peculiarly.
"I thought you didn't mind that?" Sebastian asks, tucking his cock back in with a zip paying no mind or care to the mess on the inside. Ominis is still swiping away your mixed fluids the best he can without his eyesight, feeling the wetness with his fingertips before tracing it with the tissue. He lets out a sigh before responding.
"It's not that I mind it being on me, I mind the mess it leaves on the clothes. It's hard enough to get out when it's damp, never mind when it dries." Ominis mutters, concentrating on his job.
Sebastian shrugs, but then again, Sebastian has always been the more obscene one out of the two of them. While Ominis frets over his clothes, Sebastian buttons up his dress shirt before grabbing more tissues and walking over to where you were almost falling asleep near the edge of the bed. He wipes away the mess, taking meticulous care to clean you up before he walks to the adjoined bathroom and comes back out with a wet rag to finish cleaning you up properly before placing a kiss on your forehead. He offers Ominis the wet towel after he's done using it on you, to which the other is grateful. Ominis finally is finished with his task and buttons himself up before discarding the rag in the dirty clothes bin and pulling on his shirt. Ominis walks over to the other side of you where your head is and sits next to it, stroking his long fingers through your hair. You let out a contented sigh not wanting them to go, even though they have to. Both men give you lingering kisses, reluctant to go. Ominis reaches over and feels for one of the plush blankets and pulls it over you, tucking you in before stealing another kiss.
"We'll try to be back as soon as we can escape my mother's grasp." Ominis says, giving your hair another pass over for good measure. Sebastian pulls on his suit jacket and re ties his tie. Ominis does the same and it's not long until you hear the sound of their dress shoes clicking downstairs and out the front door.
'I have 3 hours to get down 2 more levels' Your hurried footsteps echoed through the cavern. The heavy thuds ricochet against the damp cave walls and water droplets mixed with the dirt and rock below, making a crunchy and muddy mess of your shoes.
Rocks crumbled under your pickaxe, and overgrown vines were shredded by your scythe. The squeaks of bats and the indescribable sounds of slimes closed in.
Dozens of rocks lay in ruin; precious gems forgotten in corners that seemed to momentarily escape your concentration. The last rock in this damp hell yields nothing. Not a hidden ladder-nor salvageable stone - just ache.
'Damn, a rock crab' the creature scuttled toward you with its tough skinned limbs. The creature-in one swift movement-cut into the flesh of your leg. Blood began to escape the wound.
'No, I'm almost there.' Thirty minutes left; one level until another elevator shaft appears. The energy in your body began to drain, and the rock crab fell lifeless due to your heavy sword.
The bat to your left dove to your head but met your sword. It too fell limp. The slime slowly bounced over to you. You stepped towards the bat's corpse to collect it's wings but the ground below crumbled.
You mentally cursed until a familiar 'ding' filled the cavern. A beautiful diamond-adorned rock twinkled in the dim light of your glowing ring.
Your stopwatch stopped clicking, the silence wad deafening. 12:00 AM. Your bones felt too heavy for you to carry.
The ground behind you crumbled and a growl was heard. Your heart dropped. You hobbled over to the elevator, blood painting the void colored ground beneath you.
A bottle on your hip clanked against a cherry bomb, setting a beeping timer.
You threw the small red explosive behind you and chugged the liquid in the pale red-well used-bottle. The taste was earthy and opulent, spicy and somewhat fruity. The liquid heavily coated your throat and the previous gash on your leg sealed in a white light.
You entered the elevator feeling like time paused as the dust and mud on your body was lifted by the effects of the life elixir. You heard a faint explosion as the elevator traveled upward.
12:10 AM. You ran through the suffocating darkness back to your small cabin. The smell of the mountains calming your nerves.
12:50 AM. You stood outside the door, with the energy from the elixir quickly fading. Taking a deep breath you entered the cabin.
A fire was lit to warm the house. You stumbled past the TV that played a screen over encumbered by static and white noise-glancing for a moment but loosing interest. You dropped your bag of heavy rocks and gems and tools by the bedside. Dust clouded the floor.
You maneuvered yourself under the blankets and glanced over at Sebastian. He cuddled up to your cat, Soup. He stirred in his sleep.
"Hmmn... Babe? It's late." He grumbled.
"I know. I was only in the mines a bit, I stayed in the cleared areas." You said, lying through your teeth. He eyed you.
"See? Not a scratch." Your eyes grew heavy. He rolled over to face you. You cuddled him and closed your eyes.
"You smell like mushrooms..." He said, a tinge of sadness.
"I know." You replied, heart sinking.
"You got hurt again. Didn't you?" He asked.
Your eyed burned. You held back the lump in your throat.
"I'm fine." You tried not to let your voice waver.
"That's not what I asked." He gripped the back of your shirt.
"I know." You said pulling him closer.
Soup hopped off the bed and lay in front of the fireplace.
"I love you."
"I'm sorry."
You both spoke in sync. He looked at your closed eyes that leaked tears. He examined the scrunched expression and how your lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn't mad. He held your face gently and leaned in to kiss you.
"I love you too." You said to him, before he could pepper kisses to your face like he usually does. His heart felt heavy. You both fell asleep after that.
A/n: I would say that to all the townspeople (Y/n) has met before her parting, she’d have at least 4 hearts with everyone, (minus the bachelors and bachelorettes who were not in the timeline) and 6 hearts with Robin, Sebastian, Abby, Caroline and Jodi.
(Lets just say Robin was good friends with grandpa and found his granddaughter a favorite)
(Caroline found her as a well-mannered and kind child when she was younger. She surely hasn’t changed her thoughts about the girl)
(Jodi always wanted a daughter and found (Y/n) a cute little baby, she really liked it when (Y/n) would come over to play with Sam and help her around the house, teaching Sam to do some housework) (the woman is fond of her)
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harvey grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and felt her pulse. “Based on the blood she lost, she’ll need a blood transfusion! And the equipment is in the clinic!” the older male said, hoisting (Y/n) into his arms.
“I’ll need a person with her blood type or an O positive!” Harvey said as they rushed out of the cottage. “Does anyone have that blood type?”
‘Shoot!’ Sebastian thought to himself. He’s a darn A! They had no time to scan for her blood type. But he knew who has an O. “I know someone! !’ll go!” he called out before parting from the group.
The dark haired male was running down the stairs near the river before heading to the bridge near Joja mart. During certain days, the person he was searching for would be on the bridge till late.
And thank Yoba, these were on of the days.
He didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but he really didn’t have a choice.
‘But why are you doing this? For one girl?’ a voice at the back of his mind whispered. ‘You really aren’t like this. Why are you panicking so much?’
Sebastian stopped in his tracks, thinking about the voice. That was true. He isn’t one to help others. He mainly kept to himself. He’d usually be cool and wouldn’t talk much. Why was he panicking?
Was it because he hated the sight of her limp body?
Probably
He didn’t want to be burdened for his faults if he didn’t do anything but just left her body there.
Yeah, that was it.
“Hey, Seb!” Abigail called from the bridge, raising a hand to greet him over. “What’s with the frazzled look? You look like someone has been chasing you.”
“Abby,” he said as he came over. “You’re an O positive, right?” he asked, grabbing her arm.
The girl nodded, her face slightly flushing over the hold he had on her joint. Sebastian didn’t think much of it and immediately pulled her with him without an explanation.
“H-hey! Where are we going?” The purple-haired girl began to panic, but still followed the pace the male ran, keeping up with him easily.
This really wasn’t like him. He wasn’t one to panic. Why was he so energetic and loud today? He hasn’t been like this in....Abigail bit her lip as she thought. ‘In such a long time,’ the voice in her mind responded.
But taking in the sight of the clinic, she knew this wasn’t good. Did something happen to his mom? Did something happen to her family? Did...is this why he asked for her blood type?
She kept rambling all the possibilities until she never realized that they had burst into the clinic. But her thoughts stopped as she saw the new farmer on the hospital bed.
“Abigail!” Harvey called out, surprised that Sebastian knew her blood type. “Thank Yoba your blood is compatible with hers!”
Abigail stopped. Her hand falling limp from Sebastian’s grasp. Tears welled in her eyes.
“(Y/n)...?”
The said girl was laying motionless on the hospital bed, her skin pale as snow. Her eyes closed and breathing shallow. Her hair was out of its usual hairdo, leaving the strands of (h/c) messy around her face and head. Her shirt was removed to expose the the wound to Harvey, leaving on her underwear to preserve her modesty and also exposing the bruise she got from last night.
But the scar on her right shoulder,
It unlocked her self-sealed child memories.
Tears escaped her green eyes. “She’s alive...? After the accident? It’s the same (Y/n)?” she sobbed. Sebastian placed a warm hand on her shoulder.
“It’s her. She came back,” Sebastian said, a somber look crossing his eyes. “And this time, you need to help her.”
Abigail nodded as she stuck out her bare arm to Harvey. “Hook me up,” she said with determination, eyes still dripping with tears.
Abigail and Sebastian was sent to another room as the operation took place as everyone else was sent home since she needed to donate her blood. Sebastian was allowed to stay since he needed to accompany the purple-haired girl. Abigail was given a box of apple juice to help increase her glucose levels as she donated her blood to her former best friend.
Sebastian sat on the chair next to Abigail, is eyes blurred and tired as he looked down at the floor. The silence between them was heavy. Since Abigail had just remembered the dark tragedy of Pelican Town. Tears began to drip from her eyes once more.
“When did you know?” she asked Sebastian, her eyes looking down at the crisp white sheets of the clinic bed. He shrugged. “I...saw her scar, and at first it made no sense to me why I suddenly reacted to it. But then I think I thought of it too much, and...I dreamt of it,”
“No way. Did you like...have a nightmare or something?” Abigail told him, but he shook his head. “It’s not impossible if I woke up and everything rushed to my head in that instant,” he told her. “Plus, mom told me that it was true.”
“No way,” she chuckled. “She really came back, huh? At first I thought it was just...a person with a name that sounded familiar, but I thought it was just a common name. But that’s not the case anymore, it seems,” Abigail said with a smile. “After all we’ve done to her, she still came back here? Not to mention that we’re the ones that caused the accident.”
“It wasn’t you. It was me,” he said with a deep frown. “I really thought that she died, and I never registered what happened after. I even dared forget about her.”
“It’s not forgot. It’s...repressed memories and stuff when we were kids,” Abigail said, referring to one of the books she read during her classes. Sebastian nodded. “Extreme trauma would block out the memories in a way of coping with it.”
“But,” she said, clutching onto the hospital sheets. “It doesn’t make me feel less guilty,” tears collided with the white sheets as a green bow clip was in her sight. “She even gave this bow to me. I can’t believe I still forgot her.”
In normal circumstances, Sebastian would’ve felt awkward, but he understood the feeling. He put a hand on Abigail’s back, running it up and down as he tried to calm her. It was true, however. Knowing that they had forgotten their friend who had saved Sebastian, the person who had always made Fall better, matching their clothes during Spirit’s eve, who brought them little things to enjoy together during their visit,
The guilt was truly unbearable.
After a few hours after Abigail was released, she and Sebastian stayed to wait for the (h/c) haired girl. Both of them wanted to see if she was okay or not. Sam came bustling in soon after. Then Maru came out and gave them the thumbs up, all three of them jumped out of their seats to burst into the room.
“She’s been stabilized, thanks to Sebastian’s quick thinking and Abigail’s generosity,” Harvey said after cleaning all the blood. “She was in a dehydrated state and heavily injured. It was a wonder how she managed the strength to move with those injuries.”
“She’s fine, but she needs to stay here for the night so I can monitor her,” Harvey said again before looking up at the clock. It’s 9 pm. Three hours after Sebastian brought (Y/n) in. “It’s late, you all need to go home.”
“But can we stay with her? I asked mom if I could,” Sam started. “We’re staying just in case she wakes up,” Sebastian butted in, earning an eyebrow raise from Harvey. But the older male just chuckled.
“I suppose it won’t do any harm,” he started, “But please not make any noise before and after she wakes up. It might surprise her and raise her blood levels,” Harvey said before leaving the room with the three and one unconscious girl.
Sebastian turned to look at the girl who looked eerily peaceful, her hands placed above her stomach. Her right hand was attached to an IV drip, and her vitals were steady. Her clothing had changed to a hospital gown, probably not to put any pressure around her waist here the injury was.
“Lets grab a seat,” Sam said, removing the partition between (Y/n) and another hospital bed. “Are we even--” “It’s alright! We’ll put it back tomorrow!” Abigail butted in before helping Sam push the bed together.
“You guys really like her, huh?” Sam started, making the two freeze from what he said. Hasn’t he-- “Oh, I know she’s the same person from the accident,” Sam said as he removed his shoes and sat down on the bed.
“I realized it long ago, actually. When Abigail mentioned it at the Saloon, I just went with it since I thought the both of you actually forgot her,” Sam confessed, leaning against the headrest. “It was hard for me to talk to her, I was the reason she got hit in the first place.”
“But when Abby told me to just talk to her, I realized that you guys probably forgot,” Sam said, bringing his knees closer to his chest. “I remembered when she first came. Mom was careful to never trigger anything, but when she introduced herself to me, I saw the mark on her forehead. I excused myself when everything started coming back to me.”
“It’s hard, to look at her without remembering the hit. I feel like she’s been hating me, never forgiving me,” Sam said. “But when I saw she was rushed in here, I was hesitant. Mom told me to go, but I didn’t want to face her,” Sam looked at the resting girl.
“But she told me (Y/n) came back to see all of us, I bolted,” Sam chuckled as Abigail and Sebastian sat on the same mattress. But tears began to fall from his eyes. “I-I thought she would never want to see me ever again, not after what I’ve done to her,” he sobbed and Abigail slung an arm across his shoulders.
“Never really thought she’d come back,” Sam sniffled before gazing over to (Y/n). “I’m just happy she’s here.”
“Hey, Seb,” Sam called, the dark haired turning his head to face the blonde. “Yeah?” he answered. The latter gave a loopy smile, and even though he just cried, his eyes were bright of mischief.
“Do you still like (Y/n)?” he asked, making the other two freeze in place. Abigail slightly retracted her arm and Sebastian’s shoulders went tense. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he asked.
“You know what I’m talking about. Do you still like--” “Wh-where am I?” a groggy voice spoke, quietly, but loud enough for the trio to jump to the bed next to them.
(E/c) eyes started to open slowly, but squinted from the bright light. There were blobs of shadows in her sight, slowly clearing to reveal the trio before her eyes. All of them had worried expressions, eyes either red or still filled with tears.
“Abby?...Sebastian?...Sam?” the girl choked out as she slowly tried to sit up. “Wh-what happe--” Before she could finish her sentence, she was tackled back down by a force, pinning her back to the mattress. “Abby?”
“You stupid, stupid girl! How dare you get yourself so hurt again?!” she cried, burying her head in (Y/n) shoulder, trying to hide her sniffles as the girl slowly got up again.
Sebastian tackled her left side, wrapping his arms around the (Y/n) and Abigail. “You have no idea how much I panicked when you came out like that!” he shouted in frustration.
“You had us so worried!” Sam said as he hugged (Y/n)’s right side, careful to mind the injury she got. “Never do that again!” he cried out.
“I lost you once, I’m not losing you again!” Abigail cried. (Y/n) looked at Sebastian, her hand slowly coming up to brush his dark locks.
“At least I saw you at 6, right?” she chuckled, earning a glare from the male. He hit her back, harshly before hugging her again. “Yeah, but that’s NOT what I meant!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry guys,” she laughed lightly as they all clung to her.
The next morning rolled around, and when Harvey walked in, he chuckled at the sight. (Y/n) was laying down since her sides hurt to sit up, Sebastian was sleeping sitting up as he held (Y/n)’s left hand in his own. Abigail was cuddling her on her right, clasping her right arm with both of her own. Sam was similar to Sebastian, but had his arms crossed over his chest.
‘These four really have a special bond,’ Harvey thought, smiling to himself. They didn’t look like young adults anymore, but more like children who wont let their friend go.
Of course, Harvey knew that almost all the singles around (Y/n)’s age suffered from Dissociative Amnesia from extreme trauma as children. And (Y/n) herself has been a victim in the accident that caused it. He knew since he saw her medical records and he looked at her nicely healing scars. But the affect strongest was the ones surrounding her. The sisters just haven’t remembered just yet.
7 AM rolled around, and (Y/n) stirred to wake up, pulling those around her away from their dream lands too. Harvey had just left the room to set up his clinic for the day.
Harvey had agreed to let her out, and asked them to keep an eye on the healing girl. Se got 7 stitches and she had to be very careful. Abigail happily volunteered to assist (Y/n) on the farm and Sam and Sebastian would check up on them every so often.
Little did they know, Harvey had taken a photo of the quartet, sending them to their families. Of course, being the lovely mothers they were, they framed the photo and hung it around somewhere in the house.
Ok ok so assassin is pregnant but doesn’t know she’s pregnant but demon boi Sebastian knows she is...
Here you are! Sorry it took so long to get to you! It was really fun to write, and I love writing a teasing and loving Sebastian~ I hope you enjoy!
First Priorities (Sebastian x Assassin!Pregnant!Reader)
Warning(s): pregnancy, suggestive themes
Word Count: 1,117
“Sebastian?”
The red-eyed butler blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze as he had been looking at you intently for a while now.
“Are…you feeling alright?” You asked, your hand going to feel his forehead, finding it to be a normal temperature, well, for him at least.
Blinking a few more times, Sebastian smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist, thankfully alone in the library he was organizing. You had been there to keep him company. “More than alright, my dear.” His voice sounded a bit deeper than normal.
Raising your brow, you shrugged it off and wandered over to the bookshelves seeing as he was ok. “These look sturdy, don’t they?” You asked, your hand running over the edge of it.
“Yes, they are. They were built into the wall and meant to support a great amount of weight.”
You smiled at that. “Good.” Running a quick hand through your (H/C) hair, you lifted your hand and foot to begin scaling it, it was good practice after all to experience a variety of things to climb.
However, a pair of arms quickly pulled you away from the wall. “Can I help you?” You asked Sebastian who only gave you an intense stare once more.
“No more climbing.” He said, all but dragging you away to place you down on one of the couches.
“May I ask why?” Clearly, you weren’t amused at being told what to do. You lifted your (B/T) body from the couch only to be pushed back down again. “What’s going on, Sebastian? Why the weird stares? Why the sudden demands?”
Kneeling in front of you, his eyes flashed to their glowing slits. “When was your last menstruation?” He asked seriously, which made you want to turn away and blush.
“I—”
“Do not avoid my question, (F/N). When was it?”
You turned away, your cheeks becoming flushed with color. “I suppose…a little over a two and a half ago? Three months?” Rubbing your sides, you sighed a little. “I blame the corset I had to wear for the past few infiltrations though. I’ve heard they rearrange your organs.”
His eyes immediately went to your midsection, noticing how particularly shaped it was today. “Are you wearing one now?”
“A small one, yeah, I’m trying to get better at climbing and breathing in on—” Your dress was quickly lifted up and a sharp ripping sound was heard as the corset that Mey-Rin had painstakingly tightened was taken off with no effort. “Sebastian!” You shouted, both in annoyance and embarrassment.
His hands kept the dress up, white gloves roaming over and around your midsection. “No need to be modest, I’ve seen and touched every inch of you.” He replied as if it was no big deal.
Pursing your lips you glanced away. He wasn’t wrong, you had quickly fallen for his suave persona. “But…still. We are in the library, someone could come in.”
“No one will.” He said and leaned back, a sigh of relief passing from his lips before looking at you directly, his hands holding your face to look at him. “Do you really not see what’s happening?”
Your own (E/C) eyes gave a look of confusion, gaze wandering around the room as if it would help you to try and figure it out. “No?” You said after a moment, not appreciating how your (S/C) midsection was on display still.
Sebastian sighed and leaned back down, placing a small kiss to your lower abdomen. “You’re going to be a mother.”
Everything seemed to stop after that statement. And you stared at him, wondering if you truly heard him correctly. “Come again?” You asked, your voice cracking.
The butler picked you up with ease after getting up and turned around to sit on the couch, your back to his chest and in his lap. “I said,” he pulled off his gloves so that he could touch you skin to skin, “you’re going to be a mother.” He purred, head resting on your shoulder as he traced his fingers and palms on your abdomen.
“How is that possible?” You whispered, eyes looking down in both awe and absolute confusion.
“Well, when you allowed me entrance here,” his hands wandered down between your legs, running over your bloomers, “and I spilled my se—”
“I-I know how that works!” You stuttered out, turning to face him a bit. “I’m asking, how do you know?” There was no possible way to tell she was pregnant. There was no bump, other than a slight hardness in that area, she had no morning sickness to speak of, nor any other signs.
Sebastian’s eyes somehow seemed to glow more. “Must I say it again? I’m simply one hell of a butler.” He mused, making you roll your eyes at the overused phrase. “And, we have been over this, I am not of this world. I have my ways.” He moved to stand, causing you to stand as well before he suddenly dropped to his knees. “Pregnancies for my kind can be…difficult.” He pressed his pale nose to your stomach, taking in a deep breath, “My dear, you smell even more amazing than before.” He muttered before placing another kiss there. “I will watch over you, protect you, from any and everything. You have become my first priority.” His words were absolute, leaving no room for argument.
Biting your lip, you placed a hand on his head and gently ran it through it, making him hum in contentment. “And Ciel?”
“Second priority.” He answered just as quickly, “You hold my heart and my life, (F/N). I will protect you.” Sebastian had let go and held you by the hips. “Understand?” There was no joking or hint of a lie in his statement. Making you nod slowly. “Good.” His playful smile was back and eyes returned to their blood red wine color. “Now, no more climbing.”
Sighing, you pulled your dress down and nodded. “Ok, ok. I understand.” You said, hands going to your boots to pull out a couple of daggers to throw and practice with, only to find them missing. “Where are they?” You muttered in confusion only to have one whizz past your head and notch itself into the wooden frame of a painting.
“No knives either.” Came Sebastian’s voice from across the library.
A scowl appeared on your face, “Then that means no ‘play time’ either!” You shouted back to which you suddenly felt his presence right behind you.
“Sorry, my dear, but that ‘knife’ of mine will not harm you unlike those ones you had in your boot.” His arms snaked around you and his mouth found your ear. “Let me show you.”
Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…
Chapter Summary: You wake up the morning after the collapse and deal with the fallout of your fight with Sebastian
Word Count: 2,362
Warnings: ANGST. Mentions of past abuse (sexual & physical), mentions of abortion, mentions of murder... literally ALL the angst
Waking up was always hard. The world was so much simpler when you were asleep. Whatever you were dealing with before you fell asleep was so far away in those waking moment, but it never took long for the real world to hit.
This time, the real world came with claws.
Arguing with Sebastian. Confessing to murdering your father. Your head feeling like it was exploding. Losing your sight and then…
Nothing.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice asked. It took a moment to place it as Brenda, your favorite nurse. Once you placed her, you heard the other tell-tale noises of the hospital. The constant beeping of monitors, squeak of wheels as gurneys were rolled out in the hallway, and dull chatter of nurses as they passed your room… “Y/N, are you awake?”
Maybe if you didn’t respond, you could somehow make this become a dream. Because that wasn’t delusional at all.
“Can you open your eyes for me?”
You tried to shake your head, but there was resistance. Something pressing against your head that was never there before, when you woke up in a hospital.
God, what if you opened your eyes and still couldn’t see anything?
What if you opened your eyes and there were cops there, waiting to cuff you and read you your Miranda rights?
“Y/N, I know you’re awake. Just open your eyes for me.”
Well, if either of those options were true when you opened your eyes, you sure as hell deserved both. So what did it matter?
Carefully, you started opening your eyes, flinching when the light hit your cornea and you reflexively shut your eyes again.
“Good, that’s good. Try again.”
It took a few more minutes of coaxing, but eventually you were able to keep your eyes open. By that time, Brenda was joined by Dr. Chowdhury and a woman doctor you’d never seen before. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.
Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if you never saw him again. The next time he came into your life would be in the form of being served divorce papers.
“Y/N. This is Dr. Abara,” Dr. Chowdhury introduced. “She performed your surgery and successfully removed your tumor.”
Hold up.
“What?”
Your doctor offered you a smile. “It is gone. Your cancer is gone.”
“Oh my god.” You’d never heard your voice so shaky. “What—what happened? I don’t remember much—”
Dr. Abara stepped forward. “The tissue around your tumor became inflamed. It wasn’t surprising, considering how long you’ve been on this aggressive treatment. It was, however, monitored closely throughout your treatment. The inflamed tissue pressed against the nerves in your neck and your spinal cord. As a result, you lost vision for a time and you lost consciousness as well.”
“But it’s all good now?” The words were foreign on your tongue.
She nodded. “We will be performing tests and scans over the next week to make sure we got all of the cancerous cells, but we are very optimistic.”
Cancer free. You weren’t going to die. You had a future.
But the question that bounced through your mind as you answered the doctors’ questions and let them give you a brief exam was what kind of future did you really have?
Sebastian had obviously written you off. And you didn’t blame him. Maybe he was just waiting until you were recovered more before calling the cops on you and your future would be spent behind bars. If that was the case, hopefully you could serve your time in the same prison as your sister. At least then you’d have someone who understood.
Just a week ago you’d been excited at the prospect of getting this tumor out and spending your future with Sebastian.
And now?
Well, now every time a shadow cast across the blinds, your muscles tensed. Whenever the doorknob to your room turned, your anxiety skyrocketed. It was just a matter of time before the cops showed up.
What fortuitous timing. As soon as you’re cancer-free, someone finds out the truth about you. They don’t have to feel bad about calling the cops.
Sebastian doesn’t have to feel bad about calling the cops. And it was a part of the deal to get a divorce after the surgery. He has all the excuses—no, no. He has all the reasons he needs to never see you again. They aren’t excuses. He has solid reasons.
It was three hours later when he finally walked through the door. He was careful to be quiet, slowly closing the door. The hesitance was not something you’d ever seen on him. Just knowing that you’d caused it made you shrink into yourself even more.
He turned and straightened up when he saw you were awake. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you managed to eke out after a deep breath.
“How’re you feeling? I assume the nurses or surgeon or Dr. Chowdhury have talked to you. Let you know how everything went.” At his pause, you responded with a shallow nod. “Right. Good. Uh… I wish I could have been here when you woke up, but the surgery took longer than they told me and my agent call—”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, interrupted him.
“No, it’s not. You should have had someone here when you woke up.”
“I’m fine, Sebastian. You don’t have to—”
“I should have been here,” he asserted. “I’m your husband.”
Your eyes fell to your lap and you whispered, “You don’t have to be.”
Your reply obviously caught him off guard because there was silence for a solid ten seconds before he spoke again. “What?”
“Surgery’s over. That was the deal, right?” You massaged your left ring finger, devoid of your ring as an excuse not to look at him. Before surgery, a nurse had removed your rings and given them to Sebastian for safe keeping. It was doubtful you’d ever see them again. “I remember what we were talking about before I collapsed and this is your out. I’ll sign whatever you want me to sign and I won’t blame you for whatever phone calls you want to—”
“Phone calls? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about…” You scoffed and finally looked up at him. “I’m saying that my sister’s not the only Y/L/N who belongs in jail.”
And a very uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
This was the moment where he finally agreed with you. The moment where he finally realized what a huge mistake it was to not get that annulment back in Vegas.
After what seemed like an eternity, he started moving in slow, measured steps towards the bed you were sat on. “I called Jasmin. After they rushed you into surgery, I figured I should let her know. And we got to talking.”
So you got to lose your husband and best friend all in one day.
It was fitting.
Sebastian sat on a chair after scooting it closer to your bed. “She knows more than you give her credit for, you know. What you said about your dad not being the first person you-you killed… Your first was when you were fifteen, right?”
And your blood ran cold.
“You and Jaz convinced her older brother to let you tag along on a trip to Denver and you managed to slip away for a couple of hours. But you’re a horrible liar, so she was worried about you and followed you.”
“Fuck,” you barely breathed. She never said a word. All these years.
“Y/N… you went to Planned Parenthood.” He reached for your hands, but you reflexively jerked them away. Rather than retreat, he let his hands fall on the bed next to you and looked up at you with wide, clear eyes. “That’s not murder. You were fifteen. Your father was abusive and—”
“Not the father. He never touched me like that.” Why were you defending him? If there was one thing you knew for certain in this world, it was that that man didn’t deserve any kindness. You were coming clean, so you might as well come clean about everything. Good and bad.
You forced your muscles to relax back into the pillow and closed your eyes. “But he gambled a lot. Had a lot of debt. And… and couldn’t always pay up. So, uh, so some of his… friends,” you spat the word. “let him pay his debts another way.”
“God, please don’t tell me…”
Huffing a bitter, humorless laugh, you found yourself pulling the thin hospital blanket further up your body. “Yeah.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry.”
Fuck, he was getting choked up. If you opened your eyes, you bet there would be tears on his cheeks. You didn’t deserve sympathy. “It doesn’t matter how I got into that situation, I still did it. I still got the abortion. And I still killed my dad.”
“It does matter. Y/N, it matters so fucking much. Look at me, please. Baby, I’m begging you.”
“You remember when I told you what that lady from my hometown said when she found out I had cancer?” You refused to open your eyes. “That it was God’s way of punishing me for not adopting my nephews? She wasn’t wrong, exactly. He was definitely punishing me for something, but it wasn’t that.”
“Fucking hell, sweetheart. Will you just fucking look at me!?” The last few words ended in a near-yell, surprising you enough to get you to do just as he wanted. Seeing he had your attention, he sat forward. “Baby, what you went through was horrifying. You reacted how any rational person would and I know it’s not what you want to hear, but you’ve gotta learn to cut yourself a break.” As much as you wanted to interrupt his monologue to let him know he was wasting his breath, you waited for him to finish. You had to know what arguments he had stored in his head if you had any hope of countering them. “Your sister left when you were eight. You were abused since you were eight years old. There is not a single person whose opinion matters that would blame you for any of it.”
“My sister killed her abusive boyfriend. She lived the same abuse I did, and a jury found her guilty. I killed my abusive dad. I don’t really see the difference.”
And he didn’t have an immediate retort to that point.
“You’re not going to change my mind, Sebastian. So I suggest you stop wasting your time.” You kept eye contact for a moment longer before breaking it to slide down on the bed and turn your back to him. “I’m tired. Doctor said I should sleep when my body tells me to. Brain surgery, and all that.”
He didn’t say anything else, nor did he leave. You sensed him sitting back in the chair behind you, but didn’t dare look over your shoulder to see.
It wasn’t a lie, what you’d said. You were tired. And Dr. Chowdhury had told you to listen to your body and rest when you needed it. But… but you just couldn’t seem to go to sleep. For fifteen minutes, the two of you sat in silence. For fifteen minutes, you hoped and prayed that Sebastian would just leave you behind.
For his sake, you hoped he would call his attorney and get divorce papers going. You hoped he would call his PR team and get them to spin a nice tale on why you two were kissing in the airport last week and this week you were signing divorce papers as a Christmas present. A story that wouldn’t hurt his career. That would paint him in a good light.
“Why now?” Sebastian shattered the icy silence. When you didn’t answer, it was like he could sense your confusion. “We were happy. You were happy. The night you were drunk you said…” He trailed off, and your mind jerked back to that night, wondering what you said to him that he would bring up now. But he kept talking and you pushed it away. “And this is a shitload to carry around. Maybe I just read you wrong this whole time, but…”
“You didn’t,” you confessed quietly, staring at the far wall. “You didn’t read me wrong. I did. I… I think that when I refused treatment earlier this year and prepared to, uh, to die, that I convinced myself that the cancer was my-my-my…my sentencing. And that made it easier to accept that I was going to die. And so I just kind of… I skipped ahead and I let it cancel out. I let the cancer bury everything.”
When you fell silent, he continued on for you. “So when the good news finally settled in…”
“With the cancer gone, there wasn’t anything to hold back everything else.” Tears started blurring your vision, but you tamped back the emotion. You didn’t deserve the release of tears. “And I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me because I do. I really do. I know that as soon as I recover and get back to my real life, I’ll be able to cope and push it all down again and I will truly be thankful for you saving my life, but right now all I can think is that you should have left me in Vegas.”
And today set the record for uncomfortable silences between you and Sebastian.
That was, until you heard him move. You assumed he was finally leaving the room, but instead you felt the bed behind you shift moments before he laid down behind you with an arm wrapped tightly around you.
“What are—what are you…”
His arm held you close when you tried pushing away.
“I’m going to hold you until you fall asleep. And you’re going to let me.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he beat you to the punch, repeating your words back to you. “And you’re not going to change my mind, so don’t waste your time.”
“Seb—”
“We can continue this discussion later, but I’ll be damned if I let my wife deal with this alone. Especially after just getting brain surgery.”
“Seb—”
“I’m not leaving you, Y/N.”
More of her past... man. What she had to live through with her father. Why do you think Sebastian is so determined to hep her through everything? Also... CANCER FREE!!
Hi!! Can you do an undertaker, Sebastian, and Ciel with an S/O who is an assassin?
Here it is my Anon! I hope you enjoy it!
Undertaker and his Assassin S/O
He knew what your profession was from the moment he saw you. In his previous line of work, afterall, he ran into several of your kind. Or perhaps it is better to say, the targets of your profession.
It was a little surprising to him though to find out that he developed a target on his head. No doubt from a disgruntled customer who assumed the measurements were wrong on the coffin. Or, at least that’s what he assumed.
But, considering who he is, he was definitely waiting for you to show up, giggling all the while. It was a bit unnerving to have a target be laughing at their imminent demise, but you brushed it off as a coping mechanism.
Even so, he was…frustratingly hard to kill. Your usual tactics of ‘grab and take them down in a headlock’ weren’t working. Not because you weren’t strong enough, but because he kept weaseling out of your grip somehow. You blamed the soft long hair.
Yet, after your first few failed attempts, it was obvious the Undertaker saw it as more of a game than a threat on his life. Which only served to annoy you.
After a few more unsuccessful attempts, you screamed, “Just let me pin you!”
To which he grinned and shook his head. “But if I let you, that means you leave.” His voice took a deeper turn as he brushed his bangs to the side. It made you shiver, those irises weren’t normal. And you’ve looked into many a dying man’s eyes to know that.
With a frustrated growl, you sat down on a coffin (since he didn’t have chairs in his funeral parlor, weirdo) and crossed your arms. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere then.”
He laughed and turned around. “I wouldn’t have it any other way dearie. Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing my bed when you get tired of this silly bounty.”
You could only stare and purse your lips. Truly, it seemed like you would not be getting out of this anytime soon. But perhaps…that wasn’t so bad.
Sebastian and his Assassin S/O
It was nice to see you back after all these years. Pretending to be something you were not born to do. To think, the once proud royal assassin of Ancient Egypt, a lowly baker barely scraping by in London. It was a bit saddening to see your potential go to waste.
But no matter, now that he found you again after all these centuries, he would not be letting you go.
His first priority was to watch and observe. How were you with others that have wronged you? Who were far too rude for your liking? His eyes gleamed as he saw your hand twitch towards a bread knife after a particularly annoying customer walked away, but you retracted your hand. The frustration on your face said it all.
But, he needed to see you in action. He desired it in fact. After all, that’s how you won the demon’s heart. Perhaps having done so many ‘good deeds’–or as good as can be for a demon like himself–the dark one decided to reward him and bring you back.
Shrouded in all black, he followed you on a rainy morning as you headed to the bakery. You knew you were being followed, he was making it quite obvious actually. But after several particularly annoying customers, this was the last straw. And if the law came after you…well, self-defense was there for a reason, right?
Rounding a corner, you immediately scaled the brick wall, holding onto the ledge of a window as you waited for your pursuer to follow you. Taking out a knife and putting it in between your teeth, you watched the round the corner as expected.
As your figure came plummeting down, intending to stab the man’s throat, you found yourself slammed up against the wall, a hand around your throat.
“My, it seems you still have it after all, don’t you my dear?” A silky smooth voice whispered in your ear. In your heart of hearts, it was distant, but it reached out to the voice. A name was ringing in your ears, begging you to say it. But the moment you opened your mouth, you found a pair of lips on yours and two shining red eyes staring back at you. As the man pulled away, he gave a peck to your nose. “I have a new name now. Call me Sebastian.”
Ciel (Adult) and his Assassin S/O
He had to admit, when he required your assistance as a plus one all those years ago to take out a target, he never expected to actually develop feelings for you. But, yet here he was, you on his arm laughing at a noble’s joke and a ring on your finger.
As the noble walked away, your expression darkened and turned to disgust, swiftly picking up a champagne flute from a server’s tray. “I can’t wait till he’s six feet under.” You muttered.
He couldn’t help but chuckle a little and press a soft kiss to your head. “Patience my dear, all in due time.” You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his touch.
He was right, but you could wait since it was for him. Now that you were in a very public marriage with Ciel, it was much harder to take on assassination jobs. But he was good to you, he knew you liked it, so he pulled some of his contacts in the underground and was able to secure targets for you. He spoiled you like that.
As the hour chimed, you downed the rest of your glass and handed it to your husband. “I’ll be right back.” You said, turning to flash him a bright smile. “Don’t miss me too much.” And with that, you went off to go persuade the noble to a more…secluded area.
He smirked and nodded his head. You both knew you’d miss the other’s presence. After all, two dark souls attracted one another.
Around eight minutes later, you sidled back up to him with a little sigh. “My love, it seems that one was taken care of in record time.” He mused after glancing back at the clock.
You were efficient to say the least, but it was more fun when they fought. “Next time, get me a more challenging one, yes?” You asked. By no means were you upset, if anything, the target had some nerve to be so easy. Perhaps it was all the drinks they had that did it.
Ciel wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “As you wish.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “My dear assassin.”
